nba championship predators

Chapter 419 One Strike of Primordial Power

Chapter 419 A Strike of Primordial Power

As the most aerial point guard in the NBA, according to Chris Paul's original intention, he will throw the basketball to the left of the basket.

Then Gerald Wallace, who sneaked off the baseline, rises up, grabs the basketball with one hand, and smashes it into the hoop!

Beautiful empty picks, violent aesthetics!

However, Zhao Ke's exhortation has not yet warmed up.

He didn't allow Gerald Wallace to play the alley-oop!

So, Chris Paul braked the car abruptly and threw the ball from behind.

David West, who was following behind him, got the basketball comfortably, without a pause, and raised his hand to make a mid-range shot.

The basketball spun around on the hoop, tilted its head, and fell out.

This ball is actually iron!

Sometimes the timing is right, the position is right, the touch is right, but you just don't score, what can you do?

Basketball is round and anything is possible.

If you don't have the 100% shooting skill set of Zhao Ke back then, then you have to be a little lucky. This is the metaphysics of basketball science.

As the first height on the field, 2-meter Andrew Bynum did not reach out to grab the rebound that was just above his head and close at hand.

This guy's brain density at this moment has been diluted infinitely close to one by water, and the boiling water vapor dominates his thinking.

Got blown away.

I was blown away?

I was blown away!

I was so blown away...

There are no rebounds in Andrew Bynum's eyes, only endless resentment and hostility!

Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared.

Gerald Wallace, who slipped the bottom line before and secretly ambushed behind Andrew Bynum, had an opportunity!

Chris Paul did not pass the ball to him, and Gerald Wallace was not disappointed. He understood that now is the critical period for David West to score.

However, as a pentathlon ironman, before the basketball fell into the net, Gerald Wallace still tightened the string, quietly lurking there, waiting for an opportunity to strike fatally.

Sure enough, David West hit the iron in the mid-range shot, and Andrew Bynum wandered into the sky. This is a good opportunity to grab the rebound and make a dunk!

Hiding behind Andrew Bynum, Gerald Wallace did not see the beast-like tyranny and madness in this guy's eyes.

For attacking the rim, especially attacking the rim next to the opposing big center, Gerald Wallace has an unparalleled appeal.

"Gerald, we have a big lead, take it easy!"

"Understood! I have a big family to raise!"

Zhao Ke's exhortations and his own promises have already drifted away at this moment.

Besides, for Gerald Wallace, it is already considered a leisurely game for Gerald Wallace to not face the opponent's big center forcibly riding a dunk.

This time it was just a sneak attack, there was no difficulty at all!

Gerald Wallace kicked his feet on the ground without hesitation, jumped up vigorously, and stretched out his hands high to grab the dangling and falling basketball...

At this time, Andrew Bynum, who had fallen into a sluggish state, suddenly moved.

It's not that he jumped up in a panic to grab the rebound, although if he did this, relying on the advantage of his height and arm length, he might steal the rebound before Gerald Wallace.

Andre Bynum took a more "easy" approach, and he raised his elbow!

He drew it to his chest, charged up, and then threw it out heavily!

Gerald Wallace, who had just caught the basketball, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He curled up in the air like a shrimp, was abruptly stopped from his upward momentum, and fell heavily...

Standing on the sidelines, Zhao Ke felt as if a thunder had been detonated in his mind, his consciousness was blank, and his ears were buzzing!

Seeing Gerald Wallace take off defenselessly;

Seeing Andrew Bynum throwing his elbow fiercely and brutally;

Seeing Gerald Wallace fly out of the bottom line and hit the floor like a rag doll, curled up with his teeth bared...

Zhao Ke's blood flowed upstream and went straight to his eyes, where fire was about to burst out!

I am!

What the hell are you afraid of?

Zhao Ke trotted towards the injured Gerald Wallace, who forgot to call a timeout.

At this juncture, who still remembers what the suspension is all about!

As Zhao Ke ran, he complained to himself. It would have been nice to change someone a round earlier. Why did he go to the referee?

I would rather believe that there are ghosts in the world than believe the referee's bad mouth!

Can you control the situation?

You are so in control!

At this time, Andrew Bynum, the criminal who elbowed Gerald Wallace, suddenly made a move that stunned everyone:

This guy hammered his left chest, as if he was wearing a beautiful hat, raised his hands, begging for cheers?

How anti-human can this be done!

The fans at the Staples Center are proud and righteous. They don't accept this kind of executioner-like defense, and there are bursts of boos overwhelming...

Zhao Ke clenched his fists. As the interim head coach, he had silently recited "Impulse is the devil!" three times before, and managed to temporarily suppress his anger. He was going to see Gerald Wallace's injury first, and then settle accounts with Anzhu!

But now, this bastard is asking for praise?

I bought a watch last year!

The trotting Zhao Ke suddenly began to accelerate crazily, and the target changed from the lying Gerald Wallace to Andrew Bynum holding his hands high...

Andrew Bynum, who was celebrating wildly, suddenly found a skinny Asian in a suit rushing towards him with class hatred on his face.

Want to fight?

Just your small body?

I just KO'd Gerald Wallace with an elbow. He is much stronger than you!

Andrew Bynum, full of self-confidence, stretched out his left fist, retracted his right fist to his chest, and took a small step forward, posing a free-strike start.

It's too late to say, then soon!

Zhao Ke had already rushed over like lightning, and at a distance of one meter from Anzhu, he suddenly soared into the air, his right leg curled up, and his left leg lashed towards Anzhu's right arm like a whip!

This was a blow that gathered the prehistoric power of Zhao Ke's whole body, and an ordinary person like An Zhu had no power to parry!

"boom!"

An Zhu didn't react at all, his movements hadn't had time to change, and he didn't even see Zhao Ke's movements clearly.As if being slashed by Optimus Prime's giant sword, the whole person flew upside down like a mass of weightless cotton wool...

Zhao Ke fell to the ground, staggered a bit, and kicked someone with his leather shoes on, his feet hurt a little.

Remember to wear sneakers next time!

Before he had time to check the result of the battle, Zhao Ke ran to Gerald Wallace in two or three steps, squatted down, stretched out his hand, and retracted it again.

Desperate Saburo was still curled up and retching miserably, his lips were white and his head was covered with cold sweat, but he couldn't tell where he was hurt.

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